A Note From a Frustrated Runner

I’m frustrated.

Running has been a close friend for most of my life. I was one of the fastest runners in my elementary school. I ran track in high school. I ran for fun in college. I ran to lose the baby fat after my babies were born. I ran to stave off panic attacks and depression. I ran for clarity in the days leading up to my divorce. I ran for sanity after it. It’s my time to think. Clear my head. I feel good and free when I run.

Except when I don’t.

Recently, my runs have become sporadic and more difficult. This saddens me, because, regardless of the reasons, I was doing so well in my stamina, distance and endurance for so many years. One of my goals around the age of 35 was to run a marathon by the time I was 40. I turn 41 in less than two months, and I haven’t run one. At this point, a 5K wouldn’t be worth the entry fee.

I am not where I want to be with my running. At all. And it frustrates me.

Maybe it means that my reasons for running have changed.

I’m no longer running away. Or towards something. Or for sanity (ok… that’s questionable…) But I still need the stress relief; the health benefits.

Holy cow, do I need the stress relief. And did I mention I’m almost 41? Hello, belly fat, that won’t go away!

So I’m thinking about documenting it more online here. I dunno know… But I do need accountability. I just know I need to do it, just like I need to Just Write.

Life gets busy, and stressful, but I don’t want to roll over and let it stomp all over me.

What The?! – week 36

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Guess what the following closeup is a picture of.

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This weeks photo:

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Leave your guess in the comments.

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Answer to Last week’s photo:

ice cream sundae

Congrats to: Stacey @ Havoc and Mayhem. While the first two guesses/answers were very very close, Stacey was the first to guess vanilla ice cream with hot fudge. Be sure to stop by Stacey blog, where, in addition to Havoc and Mayhem, there are a lot of dinosaurs running around.

As always ~ Thanks for playing along! Y’all are the best! You’re my favorite internets ~mwah~

Poor Bear

Anyone who has ever watched Man vs. Wild (Discovery) has seen Bear Grylls have to do all sorts of pitiful and/or disgusting things to ensure that he makes it safely out of the location (drinking pee from elepahant dung??) And last weeks episode was probably one of the worst.

Let’s take a look, shall we?

First: Must kill a skunk for his dinner. Not only does it spray all over him, but when he’s finally cooked it and had his first taste, he describes it like this:

“It’s like someone takes your steak and drags it through dog feces.”

Can I get a collective “YUMMY!”


Second: Bear gets stung by a bee and as a result can’t see

Finally: Bear (who has managed to kill a snake without being able to see) urinates into the snake skin and later drinks it to keep hydrated.

Seriously??

I think I’ll just stay in my boring little world complete with toilets and running water.

Where’s my Lasso of Truth?

Awhile back I ran out of Comet. Comet is my friend. I feel like Wonder Woman with the cleaning power in that yellow and green container. So running out of Comet was huge for me.

About that same time, my husband starting doing all of the grocery shopping (*hate me*) and the cooking (*double hate me*) He makes the grocery list based on what he plans on making (duh) and I add on anything I need for around the house.

You’d think Comet would have been on the top of that list.

Would you believe that I have forgotten to add it to that list for the last TWO MONTHS!

Can you imagine the disgusting look of my kitchen sink!?

::shudders::

Lest you think I have not cleaned my tub and sinks for two months (I’m lazy, but not that lazy. okay. I am.), I have cleaned them with bleach, but while that disinfects, it doesn’t make it sparkle and shine and get rid of stains and soap scum.

Then it hit me!

Baking soda.

And you know what?

It worked! It cleaned my kitchen sink just as well as Comet. Soap scum is gone. AND it is safe to use around the kids.

My new Wonder Woman power comes from baking soda now.

Whodda thunk?

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Yet again – more about me

Continuing to make my way through the outpost of my brain questions y’all asked of me ages ago.

Jenn said … :  Where did you grow up? As a child were you a girlie girl or a Tomboy? What were you into? How many siblings do you have? Who was your celebrity crush in Junior High and High School?

I grew up in Frederick, Maryland, which is a suburb of Washington, DC. It was a great place to grow up – small town feel in a large town. Gorgeous, thriving downtown area. Great schools. I actually lived in the Lewistown/Thurmont area until I was 16 and then we moved into town. So I had the best of both worlds (sing it, Hannah) – I had all of the perks of living in the country as a child, and then the convenience of living in town when my social life was becoming important. As a child, some of my favorite things to do were riding my bike to the country store for gum and running blades of grass over the electric fence that ran along our property. Also, I’d entertain guests by showing them how to throw rocks at cow patties. That is some gut-wrenching fun right there. Did you know that if you throw a rock at a cow patty on a cold day that it releases steam? If you’d been my guest, you would’ve.

As a teen, I was into makeup, clothes and boys. See – I TOLD you I was UNIQUE! How many other girls do you know with those exact same likes?!

With two older brothers, it was hard not to be a bit of a tomboy, but I was the one playing in the dirt in a dress. I loved playing trucks and cars in the dirt by the garden, but insisted that I wear dresses. My mom has always told me she used to beg me to wear pants in the winter, but I was stubborn as all get-out preferred dresses. So our compromise was that I wore pants under my dresses. Not unlike this:

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Once again, proof that I am a fashion force to be reckoned with. Or, at least I was in elementary school.

The celebrity crush I remember the most was John Taylor from Duran Duran. Don’t even begin to kid yourselves into believing that I might actually admit to kissing a poster of him once or twice or 40 times.

I bet he would have appreciated my fashion sense.

Elizabeth…mommy…etc said … : if you could choose what era to live in (besides the current era) what era would it be? i’ve been thinking about this lately and, although, i haven’t answered the question myself, i find it fascinating to picture myself in another era. dumb question????

I’m not really sure that I have an answer for that. There are different eras that intrigue me. But frankly, I can’t imagine living in a time when I had to clean out rags worn in my under-drawers once a month… or wear wool dresses in 90 degree heat… or pick fleas from my true loves hair. If I had lived then, I would have obviously not known any different and so I would have enjoyed it. Or at least made do. But from where I stand now: an era that doesn’t have access to deodorant and Sonic Caramel Java Chiller is an era that would have stomped all over me and made me cry uncle.

Aren’t I just simply fascinating?